Pick Up Sticks - Chapter 3

Chapter 3 – Jr. & The Maan

The school bell rang. It was oddly louder then what Haku expected. He ran his hand over his throat as it pulsed painfully. I guess I’m sick but it doesn’t feel like any sore throat I’ve ever had. He told himself. He passed by the thick clump of trees at the side of the school building. His mind winced as he remembered waking up there.

***

Haku left the school building well after school was out. He was still in his basketball uniform, coming from practice. Hearing the sound of someone panting and struggling to walk from the dense brush off to the side of the school he headed that way. Moving through it he found a young man with middle length, straight white hair. He was covered in blood and wounds.

“Oh my god!” he ran over and pulled out his cell phone. “Hold on I’ll call the ambulance!” He knelt over the person to ascertain the damage. However as he did so the man’s once pained expression changed to sardonic amusement.

Suddenly Haku was being held and his left shoulder and neck pulsed with a numb paralyzing pain. He could feel something in his skin, a sucking… he’s… drinking my blood… and I can’t move… why can’t I move?! He panicked and tried to force himself to at least flinch. His fingers twitched and he felt his muscles give a try but it was like he was held there.

He began to feel sick and dizzy… then he felt himself black out moments later.

It was hazy as Haku opened his eyes. He felt blood all over his front and back. He could barely move his left arm. It came to him slowly that he was laying against the hard trunk of a tree and the light was dancing through their leaves. It was the light of dawn. I’ve been here all night?! He pulled himself up and looked around.

***

Shuddering a little, the six foot athletic eighteen year old hurried his way to the locker room. As he put his shoes away he felt someone watching him. Turning he saw one of the volleyball team’s girls. She blushed and immediately looked away. As she did so her pigtail fell over her shoulder and exposed her soft neck.

He immediately winced as his teeth ached and suddenly his jaw was jutted slightly open by a set of fangs on the top and bottom pushing. Blood fell down his lips, his eyes widened, and he put one hand over his mouth as he rushed for the bathroom.

“Eh?” Johan watched the event from his locker. He calmly closed his locker and walked past Haku’s, glancing at the ground. He saw droplets of blood. His casual if not lofty expression sharpened and a realization hit him. Carrie survived and he fed on someone to regain his strength. He rationalized, as he gave no outward show of his conclusion he headed into the boy’s bathroom.

Seeing Haku at one of the sinks washing out his mouth, Johan pulled out of his bag a three-inch vial of blood. “Hey. Handsome.” He called to him.

“Ugh?!” Haku inelegantly faltered as he noticed someone walk in. “Do I know you?” He asked with a strange feeling to his new fangs touching as he did so. It came with a strange lisp like sound that only caused him to blush from embarrassment.

“You need this.” Johan walked over and handed him the still cold vial. “It’s refrigerated, it’ll help with your teeth.”

Haku looked down at the shorter man and then down to the vial. “That’s… blood.” He said bluntly, far more casually then he felt at the moment that was for sure. His entire body crave it suddenly. “What’s… wrong with me?” He stepped back from Johan and looked at his dark purple-red eyes. He was torn between no thank you and god give it to me now.

“If you don’t you’ll attack someone.” Johan told him as he popped the top of the vial off and held it out to Haku. “And after you drink your fangs will go down.”

Shakily, Haku took the vial and sampled it. Amazingly it didn’t taste bitter but rather delightful. It was like thick syrup going into his mouth and down this throat. The blood made his body shudder. His fangs ached and he found himself licking the vial for more once it was all gone. Stopping himself he handed it back and bowed. “Thank you…?” He didn’t know the name of the boy before him, only that he was probably one of the talked about transfer students.

“Johan Mond Emeric.” The vampire gave a cocky smirk to the taller guy. “You are, Jr.?”

“Jr?” Haku blinked once in confusion. “My name is Moru, Haku.”

“Nice ta meet cha. Let’s talk again when school is over. I’ll bet you’re curious.” He said as he gave a lazy wave goodbye while turning to leave.

“Yeah… I am. Johan-san.” Haku said with a nod and looked down at his hands as though they’d have some cheat notes on the current situation. He looked up to the mirror to see his face. He was relieved to see the fangs had shrunk and his color had come back to its slightly rich tan. His sharp dark brown eyes closed as he gave a calming sigh to try and get himself together.


Classes didn’t go smoothly. As Haku tried to focus he found himself worrying over what had become of him. If it’s vampirism then… I should be more afraid. The sun should be hurting me. Shouldn’t I be extremely tired at least while it’s fourteen hundred hours in the afternoon?

As school let the students out he found himself wandering as though on auto towards the gym. “I didn’t tell him…” he said quietly to himself, “I do after school activities. I should run by the locker room.” He decided and turned himself towards there.

In the locker room he found Johan sitting on the bench between the lockers. “Yo, Jr.” Johan said with a wave of his hand and a playful smile up to him.

It was awkward for Haku to see someone waiting for him much less smiling up at him as though they hung out all the time. To him though, this was a welcomed aggravation. He wasn’t very close to anyone and seeing someone who’d actually taken time out to see him left a sort of warm feeling in him. “Um… ‘yo’.” He mimicked lamely. “Johan-san. I have a basket ball meet in five minutes can we talk while we walk to the gym?”

“Eh?! Sports huh?” Johan gave a little sigh and stood up. “Alright, but are you always late out of school?”

“Usually. I stay an hour after to practice.” Haku explained as they moved from the main building out towards the gym and boy’s locker room. “Is that going to be an issue?”

“Well since I’m going to have to raise you and I have things to do after school, it could be.” Johan said with a nod.

Haku paused as he opened the door for the smaller boy and let him walk in first. “Raise me? I’m an upper classmen… a class over you if not two. I don’t quite understand what you mean.”

“You’re a new vampire, right?” Johan smirked at him, crossing his arms over his chest as he did. “You need to know the ropes.”

Haku gave a slow nod. “Right.”

“First rope: We’re not supposed to go around and claim what we are to everyone in the world. First people the who don’t take you seriously will hurt your social image. Second, the people who do take you seriously will hamper your life with either false worship, physical assaults on your person or just stupid girls begging a vampire to drink their blood.” Johan explained the various issues with a finger raised up like he was making some point.

Haku had to concede to the point that it was a bad idea, “I didn’t plan to.” He assured his new teacher. He pulled off his shoes and then moved to his shirt and pants so he could get into his gym clothing. “I figured it would be inconvenient.”

“Right. Second off is the fact that right now you’re a ‘no body’ in our society. You’re not allied with my blood family nor are you allied with the local one. So if you do anything to get attention you’re more then likely to be offed.”

That left a lump in Haku’s throat. Giving a slight nod he accepted it, “Then you’ll teach me, right?”

“Yeah but like I said I can’t always wait an hour after school. But today it’s fine. I don’t meet Tsume until six as the library.” Johan gave a cat like grin, “So hurry up and get this done with.”


Johan watched along with some other students. The basketball practice was nothing for him to be riled up about but he paid attention to what the others said.

“Moru is better then usual today.” One of the girls said to her friend.

“Yeah I’ve never seen him this good… I mean he was good but this is totally a new level.” The friend agreed.

“He’s probably been practicing a lot. I heard he didn’t get a perfect on his last exam and his old man came unglued on him. Knowing Mr. No Friends he likely spent a ton of time at the local hoops.” Another one added in.

His old man rides him like a pony, huh? Not to unusual. But I’d put more money that he was studying. Johan thought to himself as he watched Haku proverbially beat the snot out of his teammates with skill.

***

Six came and the sun was already starting to set. Tsume sat on his bike in a pair of worn jeans and a faded band tee shirt. His hair was wild as usual, falling around his face without a care. He was waiting top of the stairs leading to the front of the library. Off to the side was the handicap path that he’d used to get up there on his bike.

His eyes were zoned out as he kept a look out for Johan. He’d gotten them both some cheap throwaway cell phones they could use for a duration of minutes. When he saw Johan walking up with some new guy he instantly felt his hackle rising.

“So who’s that?” Tsume asked in a level and unfriendly tone. His eyes narrowed as he took in the tall strong senior student.

“Jr. here is my new apprentice in vampirism. Looks like he had a run in with one and was compatible. He’ll be helping us find Atsu.” Johan said trying to sooth over the instant ‘suspicion rays’ coming form Tsume’s eyes.

Haku gave a little bow of greeting, “Moru, Haku.” He introduced himself.

“Naruika, Tsume.” The delinquent gave his name but he didn’t bow. He didn’t give a damn who he was and had one thing on his mind: Finding Atsu. “Here’s your phone. My number is written on the back of it and I have yours already. Let’s get the big guy’s number and going. We have a whole lotta ground to cover.”

Wow did he become Mr. Take Charge or what? Johan smirked a little as he took down Haku’s phone number and gave their temporary numbers to him. “Jr. will be with me for this outing so if you can’t get a hold of me for some reason call him.” Johan told Tsume as the heavy drinker started off.

Tsume paused, “I’d rather we cover more ground splitting up.” He explained.

“I can feel ya, but Jr. doesn’t know what he is yet and he might get a hunger craving that will make him act like an idiot. For the first month it’s best he has a coach. It can’t be help. We’ll work double time, ok?” Johan tried to give Tsume some sort of comfort.

“I’ll do my best, Naruika-san.” Haku promised as Johan handed him a photo of Atsumaru from his wallet to look the kid over. “We’ll have better luck likely in the day though.”

Tsume took off on the bike after a hearing Haku’s statement. Yeah well if you two could ditch class then we can look before the sun goes down. He thought bitterly as he road down the handicap path from the front of the library to the street below.

Johan and Haku watched him go and then shrugged. “The area he saw Atsu on a bus is where we’re headed. He’s following the bus’s route and asking the commuters.” The shorter vampire put his phone in his pocket and headed down the stairs. “So… I gotta question for you Jr.”

Haku followed him, both heading to his bike waiting for them down at the bike rack where people were supposed to leave them. He turned his head to look at him.

“The person who attacked you, your ‘sire’, was it someone with white hair?” Johan’s tone was expecting but ominous all the same.

Haku gave a short nod as his expression became somber.

“I thought so.” Johan sighed a little.

“Do you know who he is?” Haku asked as he pulled his bike from the rack and prepared it for them to use. He wanted to know who had ‘made him’ into what he was. He wasn’t sure if he’d hate him or maybe just be afraid forever. One thing he did know, he didn’t plan on thanking him for it, yet he couldn’t say he wasn’t pleased.

As Johan took his place behind Haku on the bike he gave a nod. “His name is Carrie Noapte Clare. He’s part of the Celestine Choir, a different blood family from mine.”

The two took off on the bike towards the bus stop at the edge of town. “Is he powerful? He looked hurt when I went to help him.” A slight rage burned in Haku as he remembered the way his kindness was treated.

“He is sort of powerful. He’s got a useful ability. However he’s not the end all of power houses.” Johan shrugged. “I’d better explain some of this a little more, huh?”

Haku nodded. “Can we start with these ‘blood families’?”

“Sure.” Johan leaned in closer, “A blood family is sort of like a ‘category’ of what founder a vampire comes from. We all have founders. Sort of like how some religions believe in a first man and a first woman. Our founders organized and shaped our way of life and how we influence the human world. They also give us our abilities. Each founder had four abilities of superhuman standards. Every vampire inherits one of those abilities and it is represented in their blood name. My blood family is The Blood of the Moon. My founder is the Lady of the Moon. She was the founder of the organized crime in the European area. You could think of her as the mother of the mafia.”

“How do you know which one Carrie is from?” Haku pulled the bike onto the main road, pausing at a light.

“His blood name.” Johan explained. “Wanna do those next?”

Haku gave a little nod and then moved them forwards as the light went green.

“Vampires have to live within human society. We have family names, which is our last name on a birth document and then we have blood names. They are a ‘last name’ or heritage to us vampires and are our middle names on the birth record. These blood names tell what founder they came from and thus what blood family.” Johan watched the sidewalk as they rode by.

“Can I have an example?”

“Um… well my full name is Johan Mond Emeric. My first name is my personal name, Johan. My middle name is my blood name and to the educated it tells them I have the power of Trance. Given mond is also German for Moon it signifies I’m of The Blood of the Moon, her people.”

Haku made himself a few mental notes as they turned down a smaller street. “I’m taking a short cut.” He explained. His passenger gave a little nod. “So by his middle name you know what power he had and what founder he’s from… what is his power?”

“Hum… He’s Noapte… that’s telekinesis basically. It loosely means ‘night’ so his founder is Lord of the Night making him a member of the Celestine Chior.” Johan said in a thoughtful tone. “See how it works?”

Haku gave nod.

***

The inner city was full of people still despite the time of night. It was roughly about eight thirty now and shops were preparing to close. The people were going to and from clubs, restaurants and stores. Tsume stopped people as he walked, his bike being held with one hand and the other holding a small image of Atsu.

“…And he’s about two inches taller then me, obviously half white.” Tsume described him to a couple that were looking over the image.

They shook their heads. “Sorry we haven’t seen him. Good luck looking.” They said and walked away.

Tsume moved on to the next person and another group after that.

It’s the same no matter who I ask. No one’s seen him. Maybe I did make it up. He thought dismally. He looked into a small gallery and at first was going to go past it but then he remembered that Atsu like fine arts. He leaned his bike against the shop and went in.

“Hey, um… sir.” He nearly forced that out that pleasantry from his mouth in a pathetically humble and embarrassed way as he approached one of the wealthily dressed occupants. He was very under dressed for the store and the inhabitants were staring at him like he was in some unsightly costume rather then casual low class clothing.

“I’m sorry young man but I have to ask you to leave.” A man in a suit, all spruced up to look like some French art critic walked over. “You see we have dress codes in here…”

“I’m not here for you stupid art.” Tsume spat out as he held out the image. “He loved art, I don’t suppose he’s been in here. He went missing and…” He felt his chest tighten. “I just have to ask if you’ve seen him before!”

The man was taken back. He looked about to burst with anger until a woman walked by him. She had long gorgeous blue-white hair. It fell down her form in silky full waves. Her large and dark green eyes looked playful and gentle as she walked before the gallery owner.

She was in a long shimmering sea green dress with an expressive shoulder throw on her shoulders lined with soft white fur. Gold and silver jewelry fell around her neck in thick glistening chains. She had large expensive rings on her fingers and equally pricey bracelets. Long dangling earrings of gold and diamonds fell over her shoulders as she moved. “Oh my I remember that handsome young man!”

Tsume felt his stomach flop. “When… Where!?” He demanded as he kept his arm up until she was done looking, for fear she’d suddenly forget.

She put one long painted nail to her chin and looked to the side, “Well I think it was the other day. We were driving by the old red light district to get to the ball in the gaslight area. He was walking into a an apartment building across from the…” She blushed, “Well it looked like a brothel.”

“R-really?!” Tsume beamed and put the photo into his pocket. “Thanks!” he said as he ran outside to get his bike.

“No problem, young man.” She waved and gave a little smile. Behind her a tall strong dark haired man wearing thick glasses and a very professional suit watched. She turned to him and gave a giggle. “So that was Atsumaru Maan Emeric’s little human toy. He was like a dog… what horrible taste from such a distinguished young man.” She said with a mocking look on her face.

“In deed.” The man nodded, “My nephew has terrible taste.”

***

Over at the edge of town Johan and Haku were asking people who came and went on the bus system. So far two girls remember seeing Atsu a day ago but before they could talk to him he got off of the bus in the bad side of town.

“What do you think that girl meant by he looked depressed?” Haku asked Johan as the two sat on the bus bench thoughtfully.

“Well if he’s hiding from his lover,” Johan started but Haku’s somewhat surprised face caught his attention. He gave a small smile. “Tsume and Atsu were lovers. That’s why I’m taking care of Tsume so much.”

“You’re taking care of him?” Haku took on a ponderous look. “Is that normal for vampires? To take care of the humans that their family members liked?”

Giving a heavy sigh as though it was bothersome topic, Johan shook his head, “Not really. I just…” he winced a little.

“He’s a part of Atsu now, right?” Haku patched together the thought process going on in Johan.

The smaller boy gave a nod. “Besides I always took care of Atsu’s pets. He was usually busy.”

Tilting his head a little Haku was about to ask something but a man walked up before them. He looked up and then recognizing the man as Kyle Summit, he stood and bowed. “Summit-sensei.”

The American man gave them both a bow in greeting with a smile on his face. “Well what brings you two to the edge of town? Do you live around here?” He looked to Johan primarily.

Johan’s eyes narrowed a little. I remember Tsume telling me he met Summit here too. “We’re here looking for Atsu.” He told him boldly. “I don’t suppose you saw him the day you talked to Tsume about the second murder at the school?”

“There was another one?” Haku was surprised; there hadn’t been any announcement about that! He was on verge of asking ‘who and how’ but he kept quite. It seemed like his new vampire master didn’t really like the English teacher at the moment. Something tense was forming between them and he didn’t feel welcomed.

Kyle’s friendly expression changed to a level of concern and disapproval. “We all know your half-brother is dead. For that I am very sorry for your loss but you can’t find him --.”

“We’ve already gotten some head way. People saw him the other day on the bus, the same day you talked to Tsume. Tell me, Mr. Summit…” He glared at him, speaking in English now, “You wouldn’t happen to know where Atsu is hiding, would you?”

Kyle took in a deep breath and then headed away, “I can’t help you.” He told him. Johan jumped onto his feet and moved to attack Kyle but Haku got in the way, cloth lining him by the waste.

“Haku!?” Johan snapped angrily.

“We’re in public.” Haku told him calmly. “We know how to find him. Don’t make a scene here if you don’t have to.” He turned to watch Kyle walk away. “I agree with you, though, he knows something.” He looked down Johan who was pushing off of his arm. “What second murder?”

Johan stood on his own power once more and straightened his top, “I killed an enemy vampire the day after my brother was found.” He looked up to see Haku looking shocked and flabbergasted. “We have our own war. I won’t go to jail for it, it’s not like the humans should know. I hid it and by now it should be dust… but how did he know?” He frowned as he pondered out loud.

The tense silence was killed as Johan’s cell phone rang. He pulled it out, “Tsume, did you find anything?”

Tsume was on his bike riding through town, “Yeah! He’s staying at a shit apartment building in the red light district, opposite side to a whorehouse.”

“WHAT?” Johan looked to Haku, “He’s gotta lead… but it’s not very like Atsu.”

“I’m thinking being dead isn’t very like Atsu either…” Haku tried to make a joke but his straight-faced and level tone made him sound serious if not condescending.

Johan glared at him balefully. “No shit.” He snapped then put his attention back on the phone. “Meet us at the bus stop before going there we should go together.”

“I’m almost there! Just back me up!” Tsume said and then hung up the phone. He stuffed it into his pocket as he rounded a corner. He slowed his pace as he came to the narrow dirty street full of the ‘undesirables’ of the city.

Large men with tattoos all over them in ratty leather outfits gave sadistic grins over to the ‘young fresh meat’ that had just entered. Over sexed women wearing nearly nothing, hanging on men glanced his way and then mockingly giggled at him.

Tsume gave them all a glare as his eyes moved across the scene. The whorehouse was easy to find since most of the women hanging on men were outside of what looked to be a strip club. The apartment building was to the right, and a window was open up a few stories. Sitting on the windowsill was Atsu!

“Atsu!?” Tsume’s heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened and his hands felt clammy and numb as his emotions ranged from anger to lust and relief. His eyes counted up the stories. As he did he heard a cocky but smooth young man’s voice ask:

“You Tsume?”

Turning around Carrie stood behind him, His head tilted a little with a slightly foreboding smirk on his face. “Atsu’s talked a lot about you.”

Backing up a little, Tsume felt an instant fear from the guy even if he wasn’t that much taller or broader. He was just naturally creepy. “Who wants to know?” He asked in a gruff and defensive tone as his eyes narrowed on the bad-vibed guy.

“Heh, I’ll go on the assumption you are. Eighth story, room eight-o-six.” He said with a shrug and then headed in to the building himself.

Tsume ditched his bike, letting the thing fall on its side and splash into a deep large puddle as he ran through the door. He passed Carrie in the stairwell and jumped two homeless people making out on the stairs as he ran up them. Atsu! I finally found you! Atsu I’m so sorry for not believing you! I just wanna be with you. I don’t care about vampires or humans or school or mafia! We can hide in the church with your brother!

***

“Can’t you peddle any faster?!” Johan asked as he and Haku raced along the streets. “And are you sure you know where you’re going?”

Haku was focused intently on just propelling the bike as fast as possible. Sweat fell down his face and neck as he pushed himself to the limit. “I know that part of town, but not well. It should be obvious though, there aren’t that many apartments near brothels.”

“I hope so…” Johan’s eyes lowered. “I gotta bad feeling about this.”

“Like what?” Haku wove them around people on the sidewalk. The pedestrians shouted angrily after them as they did so.

“…Like this is a trap. Atsu isn’t the only one with Maan! If my uncle defected he could have taken some of his loyalists with him! If someone with Maan shows up…” Johan didn’t even want to think about it. He was taking care of Tsume, damn it! He was going to take care of him for Atsu!

***

Trying to catch his breath outside of the room labeled 806 on a dingy brown plate with the numbers painted in peeling black, Tsume prepared himself to knock. However he found himself opening the door as fast as possible. His heart was in his throat and his eyes were opened wide like a child’s with tears in them.

As the door flew open he saw across the room at the window was Atsu. The vampire turned slowly to look at him with a curious expression that softened. “Tsu-chan.” He stood up off the windowsill and opened his arms.

“Atsu-chan…” Tsume breathed before he bolted forwards and right into Atsu’s arms. He couldn’t hold back his sobs as he felt Atsu against him. His eyes squeezed tight as he buried his face into Atsu’s shoulder, “I mi-missed you!!” the traumatized boy choked out as his body shook. “Sorry! I’m sorry!!”

“It’s alright, Tsume… I just wish you hadn’t gotten involved.” Atsu told him as he leaned his face down and grinned cruelly. He opened his mouth and his fangs slowly extended. “Don’t worry… I’ll take care of you now.”

Carrie smirked as he walked in, leaving the door open since he intended to leave in a moment. “Awe, a touching reunion.” He muttered as he headed towards the side of the room for a large black duffle bag. “Let’s hurry this up, ‘Atsu’.” He told his companion.

“’Atsu’?” Tsume’s eyes opened curiously. Suddenly he felt fangs enter the tender area between his neck and shoulder. He gave a cry out and tried to push the man off him. The vampire had more strength then he did and so his efforts only made the fangs pull along his wound, widening it. In agony his mind began to race as his body panicked. All he could clearly come up with is: This isn’t my Atsu!

The opened doorway was suddenly filled with a Johan and a Haku. Johan didn’t waste a moment as he rushed over to ‘Atsu’ and with a firm jump kick to the body the imposter was thrown over, his fangs tore out of Tsume who joined his attacker on the floor. Johan grabbed up Tsume and threw him over to Haku who was standing at ready and glaring hatefully at Carrie.

“You…” Haku seethed his hatred at the white haired vampire.

“Don’t stay and fight! Just go!” Johan demanded as he nearly tackled into Haku to push him out the door.

Carrie gave a small chuckle as he looked to his partner. “Drop the act, we’ve gotta catch them.” That said he jumped out the window. As he came towards the ground he caught himself with telekinesis and landed gently, just in time to gesture his hand out towards the bike that was still in the puddle and throw it into the departing trio.

The bike hit against Johan the hardest but the combat trained young man had thrown his hands up to block it. How are we gonna get out of here now? He wondered, knowing that his luck against Carrie in their last fight wasn’t likely to show up again.

The humans in the area watched with stupefied expressions as Carrie threw the bike and then with another gesture, punched a huge hole in the side of a building. The building began to topple over after losing so much of its support.

“Holy shit!” Johan blanched as he nearly threw Haku and Tsume before him, the pile of bricks crashed down on his lower back and legs. Haku and Tsume fell forwards onto another narrow empty street filled with junk.

“Emeric!” Haku got to one knee and noticed his new teacher and friend was half buried and bleeding. He ran over to dig him out.

Carrie jumped up onto the bricks and looked down at them with a smirk.

Looking up at him, Haku knew he couldn’t fight the guy. He was a one-day-old vampire and he got the rather correct impression this guy was out of his league.

“Stop digging me out and get Tsume outta here.” Johan’s eyes opened to look at Haku.

“…” Haku paused, he was torn between trying to save his new friend and doing what he knew was the more appropriate action.

Tsume pulled himself to his feet and looked up at Carrie. “You tricked me…” he hissed hatefully, master of the obvious. Tears were falling down his face and blood was soaking all through his shirt. He felt himself shaking, dizzy and cold at the same time he was hot in the face and his body was sweating.

A young man with light red hair cut short around his face climbed up next to Carrie. He had dark brown eyes and was wearing a nice pair of slacks and a button up shirt that was now ruined with Tsume’s blood on it. He tenderly held his side where Johan had kicked him. “He broke one of my ribs with that kick.” The stranger whined.

“Heal it.” Carrie ordered gruffly.

“I said go.” Johan growled as he tried to pull himself out of the wreckage.

Haku painfully made his choice, nodded and moved to the logical thing, however before he knew it he was flying through the air and smacking painfully back first into the side of a building! Feeling his consciousness wavering he tried to hold onto his senses as he hit the ground.

“They gave these kids too much credit. Johan’s little more then a body fighting punk kid and that Tsume is a freakin’ human.” Carrie glanced over to Haku, “And you’re a mistake.” He gave him a smirk; “I’ll be sure to fix that in a moment. Work first you know.”

Arrogant… bastard. Haku thought as he pulled himself to his feet. He rushed for Carrie as the cruel killer put his hand forward and grabbed Tsume’s neck with his TK. The collision that Haku gave him threw off his concentration and Tsume fell to his knees gasping for air.

“You can’t touch him…” Haku pinned Carrie to the wall with the best of his abilities. Carrie gave a smirk and then over powered the sportsman, freeing his hands and with a gesture he tossed Haku several feet down the street, skidding along.

“Carrie, you’re just playing with your food again.” The illusionist sighed as he walked down the ruble to where Johan was desperately trying to break free. He tiled his head as he looked down at the young man, smirking. With a swift motion he kicked Johan’s head so hard that it split the skin on the left side and caused hideous bruising. He slammed one foot down on Johan’s arm and turned around him to sit on his back and stomp down his other arm with his other foot.

Casually the man pulled out two long carpenter nails and held one in each hand. Johan’s eyes went wide as he realized his hands were pinned! He turned his head to see his enemy holding the nails. Shit! My stigmata points!!

Suddenly the sound of paper moving rumbled down the alley and a strangely soft glowing transparent lion lunged onto the illusionist. There was a sickening sound of crunching and screaming.

Carrie turned around to see the ethereal lion eating his partner. He’ll live… so long as-!? Just as the thought went through his mind small thin paper darts went through the hands and feet of the illusionist. “What the hell?!” He blanched and turned his attention towards where the paper darts had come from.

Walking up the street, stepping past a half conscious Haku, was a tall figure wrapped in a white man’s kimono, patterned with sakura blossoms. He was pale with long white hair falling down along his body and narrowed emotionless purple eyes looked out through a white plain featureless mask. His hands were folded into the sleeves of the outfit and when he took them out they had slips of paper between his fingers.

“We have laws here, Celestine Choir, and further more you are an enemy of our new ally, Atsumaru Maan Emeric. I have orders to destroy you.” The strange new man watched Carrie for his reaction.

“…Fucking Shin Ryu…” Carrie spat and then took a few steps back. “So he ran with his tail between his legs to the broken family. Figures.” He threw his hands out to destroy the buildings around the paper-using oddball. The strange robed man grabbed Haku and jumped out of the way of the collapsing walls.

Suddenly a sword came through Carrie’s side! He gave a cry of shock and pain. Behind him was a young man with short wheat blonde hair falling straight around his face, his bangs parted to the side to cover one eye and a flowing long ponytail behind him. He was in a school uniform and held a rapier in his hand. “He wasn’t sent alone.” The young man told him as he tore the sword out of Carrie.

Deciding it wasn’t a place to be, Carrie flew himself up into the sky. He glared down at them for a moment and then moved over the building’s rooftops to escape into the night. “Jamie, go after him.” The older man in the kimono ordered. “I’m taking these allies back for treatment.”

The blonde, Jamie, gave a dutiful nod and then jumped up along the half collapsed building to get to the roof and gave chase.

Pick Up Sticks - Chapter 2

Chapter 2 – His Half-Brother

The night was well on its way when the door opening woke Tsume up. He immediately stood up hoping to greet Atsu. He was ready to confess everything and beg for forgiveness. However he didn’t see his dark red haired blue eyed prince walk in.

Standing in the door, soaked with heavy rain behind him, was a young man with nearly the same build as Atsu had, the same hair color and dark red-purple eyes. He was wearing a casual suit jacket, button up shirt and slacks with dress shoes. He had a sweet face structure but it was soured by his expression, which was anything but ‘bitch to be’. He was analytical looking and sever. His eyes, though large and thickly lashed, were scrutinizing as they fell on Tsume. His hair was matted and wet, dripping on the floor.

The first thing that ran through Tsume’s head was oh god they’re here for me now. However the second thing he thought was that he should probably run away, or something. Maybe arm himself? He jumped to his feet, the motion prompting the new comer to speak.

“Where’s Atsumaru?” He demanded in an older teen’s voice. One hand fisted. “Where is he!?” he nearly barked.

Tsume felt his desire to run dying as his rage surfaced. “He’s DEAD!” He found himself screaming hatefully. “He… was murdered.” He regained himself enough to look at the new young man’s reaction.

The wine colored eyes widened with horror. “No…” The new boy’s head fell and he stood there like he didn’t know what to do now. “I’m to late. I… Atsu.” He began to cry. It was the tears of a man trying hard to stand strong in spite of reality.

Suddenly the new guy didn’t seem like he was the enemy. “C’mon in. Take your shoes off n’ let’s talk.” Tsume walked up towards the new boy and took off his own shoes. “And close the door.” He added off handily. “I’ll get the fire going.” He moved over to start a fire in the small Rumford fireplace.

The two sat down on the sofa, neither in high spirits, a few minutes later. The new kid still had on his wet clothing. “Take it off.” Tsume told him as he headed to the back room that was the bedroom. Given the new guy was about the same size as Atsu he could use one of his robes. Walking back in he paused and blushed. He really does look a lot like him down to that cute little way his rump tucks at the top into it’s shape… He shook a finger at himself mentally. I just lost him, how dare I… “Here.” He handed over the robe.

The wet cloths were taken into the bathroom to dry by Tsume before he returned to the sofa and sat back down. “Ok… we were at who you are.” He prompted. He wasn’t going to let this guy just walk in and out of his life, not if he was a link back to Atsu.

“Johan Emeric.” He introduced then added as the attaching factor, “Atsumaru’s half-brother.”

There was a pause of thought and then Tsume broke it with a quite, “Oh…”

Another nice pause between strangers, then Johan asked quietly, “When did…” he choked up a bit.

“Die?” Tsume didn’t sugar coat it.

“Umhum.” Johan nodded as he slumped forwards to bury his face in his hands and listen.

“Last night I think. Or early this morning. He was killed outside the main school building.” Tsume turned to watch Johan with a mix of empathy and self-loathing.

“And you are…?” Johan turned his gaze over to Tsume.

“Tsume. Noruika Tsume. I was his,” Lover, “friend.”

“Nice to meet you… for the most part. I mean conditions as they are…” The half-brother weakly bantered a moment but he was cut off by Tsume and a harsh question:

“Where the hell were you if you were dashing to his rescue?”

Tsume was throwing his anger and guilt over to the next lap. He couldn’t handle it all, not all the blame he was placing on himself. However to staple it to this guy who apparently knew everything going on and took too long to do shit about it, now that looked like a proper grave for the fault to lay. His eyes were narrow and hateful as he waited for his answer.

Turning to glance a moment at Tsume, the guy sighed heavily. “I was on the run too, in Germany.” He rubbed his face for a moment then leaned back into the sofa. “I came when I heard he’d gone into the public to hide. I can’t see how it did him any good.”

“What do you mean?”

“Simply put.” Johan gestured towards the fire reflexively, “He believed that you hid best when pretending to be human. You know going to school and stuff.”

“So…” The moment of truth came, Tsume rubbed his knees nervously. “You’re vampires?”

“He told you?” Johan raised a brow but then sighed dismally, “You were more then friends if that was the case.”

“Lucky guess.” Tsume spat levelly. “And so what if we were?!” Jumping onto the defensive was becoming a knee-jerk reaction as of late. “We were lovers, gotta problem with it?”

For a moment the vampire watched the human as though waiting for a child to finish explaining how to perform simple math. When he saw he was done he impishly shrugged, “Only thing it means is if they know you were that close you’re going to be a target.”

“What exactly was he running from?” Tsume figured if he was going to be going over that Niagara Falls he may as well know what his barrel was made of.

There was a disquieting pause before Johan answered solemnly, “A pact between enemies and a murder.”

“Murder?” That caught Tsume off guard, given his friend was killed he wasn’t sure why it had but it just seemed like it was too much at the moment to be real.

“He witnessed it…” The young man looked over, the fireplace leaving a strange satin glow to his red plum eyes, “with me.”

Great. From one wanted vampire to the next. What’s with my luck? Tsume asked himself as he looked from the eyes, nearly tearing himself from their captivating ability. He’s not human. He’s just ‘pretty’ because he’s not. Like a cat, yeah he’s like a cat.

“If you’re not involved, then go home.” Johan suddenly told him as he stood up. “Don’t come back here. I’ll have to hide here for now. If they killed him at school then they probably don’t know about this location.”

“Oh so it’s ok if you do it but him doing it wasn’t?” Tsume pointed out as he turned and kicked his feet up to rest them where Johan’s rump once sat. “No thanks. I’ll hide here too. School and cops can just wait.”

“Cops? They’re involving you?” Johan asked as he moved around the sofa to tilt it forwards and dump the human off of it. “That’s not good. In that case the assassins will probably think you’re as close as you said you were to him. I mean c’mon cops only bug lovers and family about murder suspicions.”

As he was dumped, Tsume glared up to Johan, “And apparently best friends.” He told him as he got onto his feet. “I can’t go back, what if they think I told my parents? I haven’t had more then this morning’s drive to school and back to do that, so if they’re not jumpy they’ll realize the fat chance that is.” He put his hands on his hips. “So I’m staying too! I’ll go to school if you want, for some reason they never found this place so I guess they don’t follow then.” He shrugged then realized how odd that was.

“Good point…” The vampire gained a look of realization. “They’re staying at the school, they were going to pick him off as soon as he was alone there! No need to trail him if he was always present at school! Perfect! I’ll just tail you and if they don’t recognize me right away maybe I’ll get lucky and they attack you. If not I’m the next best thing.” He was convicted, and worse, he wasn’t asking for volunteers.

Slack jawed and half horrified while half numb all Tsume could get out was, “Idiot.” That stated he continued to try and get the rest of the gears involved in this revolt.

Pacing as he thought, the taller, perhaps a year old, vampire continued. “That way I can catch them in the act and maybe make them cough up any information before I gracefully drain their bodies dry as revenge for my brother.”

“Pause.” Tsume said and raised his hands up in the air. “You’re not listening to yourself. Are you?” he doubted it very seriously. “You’re suggesting you make the exact same mistake that Atsu did, and dragging me into it as he wasn’t trying to do.” He put his hands on his hips and demanded, “What the hell do you think you can do he can’t?! And besides these guys are psychotics! For no reason they drove huge nails through his hands and feet!”

The once almost jovial and plotting Johan lost his glow of energy and icly looked to Tsume, “They did that to stop him from using his abilities and from being immortal.”

“Wh-ah?” Tsume couldn’t even begin to describe how left field that was.

“All vampires have abilities. They stem from the same energy and power that makes us immortal. You see a vampire can be chopped into pieces but so long as our stigmata points aren’t destroyed we can always recollect and come back to life. However if our stigmata points are destroyed by the suffering of Christ, nails made of either iron or wood, then we lose all our power. We’re just ‘better looking’ humans.”

And if Tsume wasn’t so serious at the moment he’d been slightly jilted by that comment. “Is that it… But wait!” Tsume shook his head and focused again. “What are you going to do differently? Or is this one of those if we all die they stop coming? Pointless really, for me, given I’m not suicidal.”

The icy look and tone changed to a mature conniving, “My half brother wasn’t combative at all. I’m used to dealing with street violence and besting our best in the family. I live for combat.” He summarized rather briefly.

“So… you’ll kick the shit out of them? Oh goodie.” Tsume wasn’t feeling much safer. “How about you have fun doing that and I’m going to play the reclusive in my house unless they show up there then I’ll be running my ass off to here.” He turned and headed over to his shoes. He didn’t want to leave but he was done talking to the crazy half-brother who clearly direly wanted to join his sibling in the land beyond. Tsume, distraught as he was, had yet to hear voices telling him to slit his wrists or other wise expedite his demise.

“It’s for him I’m going to do it.” Johan’s voice came from behind Tsume as he opened the door to the rain. “I’ll be doing it with or without your help, you know. “

“Figured.” Tsume looked over his shoulder to the strange guy. “For him, huh? You gonna tell him that when you see him?” He found the whole situation ridiculous.

***

Opening his home’s door his mother and father both stood up from where they were waiting at the kitchen table. “Dear…” His mother started.

“Where the hell have you been? Cops have been here twice!” His father insisted angrily as he walked over to stand between the boy and the stairs to his sanctuary.

Tsume’s eyes narrowed at the larger man who was twice his age. His hands balled into fists and he glared. “I was blowing off steam. My best friend was murdered. I think I got the right.”

“The right?!” His father fumed. “You’re mother is to gentle on you, you don’t realize how this looks for our family! The cops coming here to talk to you about a murder and you’re not home? We thought you’d run away from something! Good god you’ve been gone all day and half the damn night!”

“I’d say sorry but…” Tsume gave an irritated sigh. “It’s useless with you. When the cops come back tell them I’m home. I’m not going to school for a while so that should please ya.”

“It should?” His father looked livid but didn’t raise a hand to him. Rather he let his son walk around him and up the stairs. “You know… we have pride, this family. Stop ignoring that.” He told his son as he turned and headed to the sofa to throw himself on it like a potato. His wife watched her son walk up the stairs and then joined her husband.

***

The wind was blowing as rain started to drizzle down. Standing on the very top of the school as dawn breeched the horizon was Johan. He’d just finished hypnotizing the secretary and having her add him to the roster. He had a scowl and put his hands into his pockets. “Now I wait.” He told himself.

As the first bell rang to alert the students that it was five minutes to the start of class, Johan walked down the hall. He had used his name; he wasn’t hiding who he was. He was calling them out.

The students watched the new guy, some who had the same homeroom as Atsu recognized him as being familiar. “Who do you think he is?” One of the girls whispered as he walked down the hall. “Some new transfer, I guess… but so soon after a murder?” her friend shrugged and the two girls watched him. The eventually degraded to talking about his good features since the murder was still spooking the students.

“Hey, new kid. You know where you’re going?” One of the local bullies asked as he and his posse walked up behind him. “We could give you some directions and n’ escort with the right amount of incentive.”

Students in the hall cleared the way and slowed their walk to see if there’d be a fight.

“Oh could you?” Johan smirked devilishly as he turned slightly to regard the speaker and his group with murderous blood hued eyes. “I’ll take that up, but my idea of incentive can’t be spent in a store.” He grinned, a fang showing.

“Ohh… think he’s the cool kind of guy?” One of the girls asked.

“Kyaa probably.” Her shorter friend gave a little squeal.

“Well what kind is it?” The leader asked with a chuckle, “You doing our homework?”

“Naw… the kind where you get free gum money,” Johan’s eyes narrowed and his tone went from mock friendly to down right murderous, “from the tooth-fairy. Touch me and loose em, bud.” He threatened.

“Why you little shit…” The leader reached for him and grabbed him up by the collar, lifting his feet off the ground. He pulled back his hand to punch his face.

This will get attention… the sooner the better. I hate this human game. Johan thought and then immediately used his feet to push out of the bully’s grip. He flipped and landed on his feet, one hand down to steady himself. “Doesn’t look like you can touch me for long, bad form.” He goaded the guy.

“Someone thinks they’re a funny kung fu master!” The leader dove for him but a larger man got in the way and grabbed him up by the scruff of his uniform.

“Mr. Kosamasu… this goes against school conduct. You deserve a detention… keep it up, I’ve been dying to practice my Japanese writing.” The man said with a strong American accent. He was about six foot tall with platinum blonde hair that was cut short, professionally, and his bangs broke the trend here and there, falling in to his angular face. He had light green eyes and slightly tanned skin. He was wearing a nice black suit that fit his form. Putting down the thug he waited to see if he’d get in any extra practice.

Disappointing as it was, the bully turned, “Tsk, later then, loser.” He and his gang of followers walked away down the hall.

Johan felt a little vexed his big scene had been ruined. He looked at the American teacher and then sighed, bowing he said in English, “Thank you. I don’t mind teaching them a lesson myself, though.” He stood straight again and ran his hands though his hair.

“Oh and that would earn you your own detention.” The American man gave him a playful smirk. “You know English well.” He said as the two spoke in it. “You look somewhat Caucasian as well. Half and half?”

Hoping this was a lead, Johan nodded. “That’s right. I’m Johan Emeric. I just transferred here with my half-brother Atsumaru Emeric…” he didn’t have to hide the anger as he said that.

The English teacher’s jaw dropped a little and when he did so he said sympathetically, “Oh… I see. I’m so sorry. What happened to him the other day…” he paused and added, “Are you sure you should be going to classes?” he blanched.

The bell rang. “Shit. Now I’m late.” Johan instinctively cursed and then sighed and turned to leave, “Your name?” He paused and half turned to the teacher behind him now.

“Kyle Summit.” The man waved his hand as a good-bye and then headed quickly for his own class.

Summit… he’s Caucasian but it would be intelligent to send assassins that blend in. The chances he’s one of them is pretty damn low. Johan decided and then put his hands into his pockets and headed for the first classroom he’d have ever stepped foot in.

***

“Like I said, we were best friends.” It was lunchtime and if Tsume were at school he’d have been sitting on the roof drinking himself half dead. As it was he had about ten cans empty under his bed at the moment from last night alone. The cops were back and they were surrounding him in his own kitchen. “What else can I say? We hung out. We went to small time places like dinners. Our biggest haunt was Nugget.” He gave a shrug.

“You seem awfully content, a day after your best friend’s murder.” One of the cops said leaning in on him. The guy was the big strong military-take-no-shit type.

The sort who thinks they shit bombs and piss gold. I hate these bastards. Tsume thought to himself as he took in a breath and sighed it out. “I’ve been crying my eyes out like he was my freakin’ lover all night. Pardon me if I’m a little tired right now. Reality hit me in the ass about eight hours ago, it’ll probably do so again in a few more,” he glared at the guy, “if you wanna stick around with a camera to take a photo as evidence.”

“Little…” The cop began however a policewoman standing behind him put her hand down on his shoulder. “What’s with that attitude? You’re already the primary suspect.”

“Yeah I figured.” Tsume sighed out heavily.

“Korun!” The woman lowered her brows in disgust, “He’s a child for one and for another, there is no evidence to point to him. Further he was home the night of the murder and his parents collaborate that. Now stop trying to scare the boy. We’re not here to point blame at him, we’re here fishing for information that may help the case.”

“Women shouldn’t be allowed on the force.” The man dismally grunted and then continued, “So, best friends… those were your haunts. Where did he live?”

Tsume shrugged.

“What you never went to his place? Some ‘best friends’.” Officer Korun scrutinized him.

Tsume gave another shrug, “When I asked he said he didn’t want to. I didn’t care. We had more fun just hanging out at places like clubs and stuff where you do something.” He gave a snorted chuckle as if something ironic hit him in the head, “Shit before the other day when the principal told me, I didn’t know his home and parents were forgeries. Of course he never really talked about either topic.”

“You sure don’t know this guy well for being ‘best friends’.” Korun glanced up and over to the woman, “Making a note of that?”

“Yes.” She said as though dealing with a tantruming child.

Giving a yawn, Tsume slouched a bit, “What can I say, I didn’t need to know every hair on his ass to call him my best friend. I took him at face value.”

“Filthy mouthed little shit…” Korun’s hands flexed as though he were imagining punching the kid.

“One to talk.” Tsume’s features didn’t change. “I can tell you he has a half-brother. I met this guy anyways and he said he was his half-brother. His name is Johan. If what he said is true he’ll be at the school today.”

“What?” both cops immediately began to excuse themselves with promises of being back later.

Sold Johan out for some piece and quite. A fair trade. Tsume stood up and headed to the fridge to see if there was anything to eat. As he did his thoughts turned towards concern. Maybe that guy is biting off more then he can deal with. He said he was a fighter but I really don’t buy he’s so good he can take out trained killers. After a moment of those thoughts and his snagging a few beers for himself he headed back upstairs. Not my business, he continued but then his conscience and memory of Atsu kicked in a reminder, but he’s all I have that ties me to Atsu. We didn’t even exchange gifts, not once. Just words and memories. For some reason, he felt hollow for admitting this to himself, words and memories seem pretty useless to me.

***

The police officers on the case walked up to the school. “Now be nice. Kids respond well to it.” The woman told Officer Korun. “And you’ll get much farther with them if you do what makes them respond.”

“As I said. Women shouldn’t be in the force.” The officer snorted hatefully.


Sitting in his desk, after introductions and half an hour into class, Johan was bored out of his mind. He didn’t have a window seat; rather he was in the dead middle of the room. He leaned forwards and rested his chin into his upright palm. These things are terribly uncomfortable. This lecture is dry and who cares about some war that took place hundreds of years ago? Further half of the kids here aren’t even paying attention. He turned his attention to one of the more demure looking girls who was looking over at him. When their eyes met she blushed and looked away. This is stupid. They’re more interested in MY history then the lesson.

The loudspeaker turned on, “Emeric Johan, please report to the principal’s office immediately.”

The students all looked at their new classmate, sitting in Atsu’s seat. Standing up, Johan gave a huff, “Day one and I’m already getting pulled out.” He tisked with annoyance as he headed out of the room, putting one hand into his hand as he exited in a mellow and uncaring manner.

“What do you suppose that’s about?” One of the students muttered to another.

“He’s the brother to that boy who was murdered the other day.” One of the know it all girls answered.


Sitting in the principal’s office were the two officers. Johan made his way in and closed the door behind him. His eyes leveled on the cops with a slight bit of distain and interest. “So you’re what passes for law enforcement here, huh?” He commented as he took a seat without permission.

The two officers were immediately shocked at the rude behavior. “You’re from Germany, correct?” The woman asked and then added, “I don’t know the customs of Germany well but you really should consider how rude you come off to those of this country while you blindingly ignore our ways.”

“Eh?” Johan looked up at her with a brow raised. “Sorry then.” He looked over to the principal’s desk. ‘Where’s the boss?”

“He has left this room for our use at the moment.” The woman explained. “I’m officer Naichan, Takara. This is officer Korun, Yagani. We’re the ones on your half-brother’s case. Please, we’d like to ask you some questions.”

Giving a slight nod, Johan said, “I’ll answer them if you’ll answer some of mine. A fair trade.”

“Trade? We’re not here to ‘trade’ information, boy. We’re here to get to the bottom of the case and catch a murderer! You’re just a stepping block in that case, until you become a suspect. We’ll be doing the questioning.”

“In that case then I suppose I won’t be answering to much.” Johan closed his eyes and sat back in the seat he’d taken. “After all we still have rights in this country, right? Or I could even decide to not be helpful.”

Before the hostile man could explode the officer Naichan took the stage, “We’ll answer what we can. Usually, to limit personal civilian involvement we don’t give information out. Revenge is a very controlling feeling that victim families often are compelled by.”

A slight smirk creased along Johan’s lips, “Of course. It’s only natural to want to satisfy our anger and sate our need for security. Ask yours first.” That way I can figure out what you don’t know just yet. He thought to himself as he opened his eyes to look at the woman, “Oh and I’ll only answer questions she asks.” He pointed out.

“What?” Korun seethed. “What’s with the boys today!” he hissed under his breath. “First that punk at his home and now this? Did that Atsumaru kid just surround himself with little bastards?”

“My half-brother was a kind person, as magnetic as it is, he seemed to inspire others to be stronger, more self-assured. He had a gentle way of assuring everyone they had worth and power.” He opened his eyes and put his gaze onto the woman and gave her a flirtatious smile. “We all need one of those once in a while.”

She gave a nod and ignored the look. “Where were you as of late? The records show that you came to the school at the same time your brother did but you didn’t attend any classes for a full month, in fact this is your first day at class.”

“I was busy finishing arrangements with our family for the transfer.” Giving a knowing smirk he continued. “We lied on where we lived, yes. It wasn’t solidified but our family wanted us to get into the school system as soon as possible. We don’t like spinning our wheels and getting nowhere. We stayed here and there as we prepared for a place to stay.”

“And where are you staying?” The woman asked as she wrote down notes.

“Various hotels, never in one long since I can’t seem to get comfortable in their over done beds.”

“You want us to believe that? Fine, give us the receipts of the last few you and him were staying at, or their names.” Korun insisted as he leaned forwards, “But frankly kid I don’t believe you.”

“That’s all right. I don’t believe you either.” Johan stood up and put his hands on his hips. “After all with all the suspicious shit going on between me and my brother shouldn’t you have put two and two together by now? We’re not going to tell anyone where we come from or who we are. You’re moles for Rambard, and frankly very bad ones.”

“Rambard… who?” The woman officer asked and glanced down to her companion.

“So… are you carrying nails, Mr. Korun? Maybe four of them?”

“Stop it!” Naichan insisted. “He’s an officer of the law and my partner. He’s not the murderer! Now I will have to ask you to give me the names and locations of the hotels you were staying in.” She demanded.

Looking up at her eyes and locking onto them, Johan immediately hypnotized her. She stood like a doll as though frozen in time. Korun jumped to his feet and pulled out his gun, “What the hell did you do to her?!” he demanded.

“Gave us some private time, officer.” Johan said with a smile up to him. “I noticed the cent of iron on you.” He gave a snicker, “I’m not a fairy so unless you plan to try and put those through my hands and feet they’ll do you no good.”

“Eh...!?” Korun backed up. “I was told you weren’t human… I was given them as a safety measure…!” The man just came to realize what he’d done was been set up as the murderer and a scapegoat. “T-they’ll pay top price for information regarding you and that kid.”

“They?” He seemed to take on an aura of dread. The once shit-bombs-piss-gold minded manly man was reduced to stammers as he backed up against the wall.

“M-monster… you’re a monster?!” The officer tried to aim his gun but in the end he just let it drop as he stared in horror.

“I could be.” The vampire gave a grin, showing off his fangs as his eyes seemed to shift and the pupil vanished, leaving bright scornful dark red-purple eyes daring the officer to do something. “I could be far worse then them. They’ll cut you. They’ll pin you down and they’ll pull out your eyes, they’ll cut off your ears.” His eyes narrowed a little more, “I’ll make you do it to yourself, in public, naked. Or maybe I’ll have you rape that woman and leave you to your ‘justice’?”

“I…” The man stuttered as he felt sweat pouring down him. “They’re two people! A woman with short straight black hair and a boy with shoulder length white hair, he’s a tall, blue eyes… he’s got the aura of a murderer! He wears a weird western styled hat! I swear they just wanted information!! I didn’t kill your brother!”

“…Carrie and Violet.” Johan put his hands through his hair. “Where were they going to meet you?”

“H-here!” The cop pointed to a window. “O-over there.” Johan casually walked over to the window and looked down. “The courtyard? You are kidding…?” He turned to see the door slam closed and the man run. “And he left the girl?” He sighed and walked over to her, “Guess I’ll have to make something up.”

***

The rain fell softly on the ground and made hypnotic ripples in the puddles. Johan walked beside the woman cop as they left the school building. “Sorry for the interview taking so long, and for Officer Korun’s other engagement. I didn’t know he had an office meeting when we arranged this time.” She said giving the young vampire a slight smile. “Since those hotels checked out alright all I can say to you is you should get a real residence soon or they’ll probably expel you.”

“Thank you for your concern. I am working on that diligently at the moment.” Johan gave a nod and looked down at the ground where his brother’s body was found. The rain hadn’t managed to wipe away the bloodstains deep within the cement. Sobriety dropped him into a sullen state. “His murder has pushed that back but I’ll get on it.” He walked away from her, “Please, have a good day, Ms.Naichan.”

She watched the young man walk to the scene of the crime and crouch down. She couldn’t offer him any words or alternatives to his feelings. She decided it was best to not get to friendly anyways, and left.

Reaching a hand out, Johan felt the rugged cement and tried to put together some pieces. He had all four nailed in… probably after they caught up to him.

***

Sitting at on his bed, half naked, with a beer can in his hand Tsume watched the rain come down. “Is this all life has to give…?” he muttered to himself. His mind was wandering from knowing he had to finish school, then get work, and then die some day after a hard terrifying struggle of social survival. He didn’t like the ‘machine’ too much but when people thought about it who did? I wonder what that guy is doing right now? Classes are out. I bet he’s gone home to Atsu’s place. He took a drink of the can.

“Honey… you in here?” His mother asked as she opened his door.

Immediately Tsume put the can on the windowsill where his body would block it from sight. “Hey mom.” He didn’t sound thrilled to see her. Rather he turned his head back to the window. “I’m alright. I’m just thinking.”

“We wanted to let you know there was not going to be funeral.” She told him somberly. “I’m sorry, dear. From what I heard the family doesn’t want one.”

“What?!” Tsume turned around; feeling like Johan had betrayed the memory and life of Atsumaru. “You’re kidding me…?” He glared death at her. His turn knocked his can over and it fell on his bed. The beer spilled out and the title Budweiser gleamed in the dim light of the rainy day.

“… You’re drinking?!” His mother asked heart broken. “Tsume-chan you can’t drink you’re not old--!”

“You don’t know anything about me.” Tsume sliced in with a hateful tone. “You just noticed? Don’t I smell like it all the time? I can’t believe it took this to get you to see…” he stood up and grabbed the can with one hand and his coat with another. Pushing past his mother he looked up to her and said in a dismally disappointed tone, “You just didn’t pay that much attention, did you? Dad has all your attention, all the time.”

“I…” She started to defend herself.

He shoved the beer can into her hand. “Deal with it, I’m going out to find Emeric.” Pulling on the coat he headed down the stairs. “I might not come back tonight.” He informed as he hit the bottom of the staircase.

His father turned from his place at the kitchen table looking over papers and raised a brow. “Going out?”

“Yeah.” He pulled his slip on Vans shoes rather then his tied up tennis shoes and went through the main door.

His mother walked into the kitchen with the can in her hand. “Uchi-chan…” She said holding up the can meekly. “He’s the one drinking your beers… you believe it wasn’t me now?” She asked hopefully. His father looked up at her with disbelief on his face.

***

Standing outside of the old church, in the muddy forest path that lead to it, Tsume had water dripping off of him. He had no umbrella and given his mood he felt it was appropriate to be soaked and chilled to the bone.

He finally headed to the door and opened it. Inside no one was present. He sighed heavily and left. Maybe he’s still at the school? If I can’t find him there I can just wait for him here at the church. Heading back to the bus stop, he looked the forest. All the times he’d come with Atsu he’d never once been interested in what nature had to offer around there.

The woods was peaceful as though every animal in it was content to watch the rain fall, to smell the strangely calming sent of it hitting the grass, dirt and bark. The sky above was overlapping gray clouds. The rain fell down as though trying to ease his internal suffering with cool empathic tears. You’d have loved today.

***

Two weeks and thee days ago:

“It rains a lot here.” Atsu said with a little smile over to Tsume as they stood at the local park and over looked the mountains where the church was hidden in. Other people walked sparingly through the park with umbrellas. They were in a hurry to get out of the rain. The two of them stood side by side, drenched. Tsume wasn’t to thrilled with it but the smile and bright eyed look that Atsu got while in the weather was enough to pay for his misery.

Whenever he looks like that he’s the best in bed. Tsume thought in a tender and loving way. He put an arm over Atsu and moved in closer. “Yeah. It’s that season. Here it rains like it’s trying to turn the city into a rainforest.” He snickered a bit. His eyes moved over Atsu’s sweet face. “You know you’re adorable when you’re in the rain.”

“Well I love it.” Atsu snuggled into the embrace. “For one thing there’s not a lot of people willing to stop and watch us.” He pointed out and then gave Tsume a kiss on the lips, a small brief one. “I don’t like hiding we’re together. I think the world is ready to at least accept us without violence, at least here in this city.” He said as he leaned his head against Tsume’s cheek.

The smell and heat of Atsu lifted around Tsume and he felt his heart pick up. His body yearned to take the taller slender young man home and ravage him. He could just imagine the wet chilled body being warmed by the fireplace as they made love on the floor in the main room. What we do in a church is damn ironic. He smirked to himself as he closed his eyes and squeezed his lover closer.

“You’re so innocent at times, Atsu, I can read you so easily, it makes me feel like I can trust you.” Tsume muttered out loud.

***

The memory faded as Tsume came to the main road and turned up it to walk the two miles to the bus area. He paused as he saw Johan walking towards him. For a moment Tsume’s heart had stopped, he thought he saw Atsu walking up. However he quickly scolded himself and his puppy dog hopeful expression died as he picked up his pace. “I have something to talk to you about.” He informed him firmly.

Johan lifted his eyes to see Tsume coming towards him. “Humph, clearly.” Johan pointed out as he came to a stop to let Tsume do the rest of the effort. He looked at the other high school boy as though he were suspicious of him. “What is it?”

“The funeral. Why not?” Tsume cut to the point as he moved into Johan’s personal space.

Johan’s casual and scrutinizing look shifted to annoyed as he walked around Tsume to head home. “The body went missing.” He told him with a heavy gravity. Tsume was stunned and as soon as anger started to take over once more the vampire added, “Our family probably already picked it up and has moved it back to be buried into his homeland’s earth.”

“Does it matter what dirt you put a body in a box in?!” Tsume snapped as he followed him. “I have a right to say good-bye, too!”

“Goodbye?” Johan asked curiously and then gave a little sigh, “You couldn’t even afford to go see the funeral, it’s in Germany.”

Tsume fumed behind him. He felt numb. His brows came pinched together angrily. He’s right. I can’t afford to go to Germany, besides, it’s kinda scary to leave this country. He pushed away those thoughts. Is that the most Atsu meant to me?! The boy who played on other guys found himself angry with himself, not for the first time in the past few days. He… meant more then that. Feeling his eyes well up he pushed the tears back. He’d cried a lot lately.

They walked down to the path that lead to the church, Tsume following like a stalker with knife. Johan paused at the door and put his hands up to feel the rain. “It’s beautiful… feeling the rain, right now it makes me feel clam, sad but calm.” He told Tsume and gave him a little smile. “You look like you feel the same.”

“Uh?” Tsume had been so deep in his usual self-wallowing that he didn’t noticed Johan pause at the door. He didn’t even realize he’d unconsciously stopped himself when the other kid did. “… Yeah it’s nice.” He said after some hesitation. “Atsu…”

“Loved the rain more then anyone I know.” Johan gave a little nod. “I was born in the rain? My mother went into labor as she was going across country with a five year old Atsu. They were in the middle of nowhere and she did the birthing all by herself. He was pretty useless then being only five n’ all. She got out of the car and found a river near by… when I was born I was submerged into the river, she pulled me out quick, or so I was told. Either way it was pouring that day.” He looked up to the sky and finished the little story, “Atsumaru said he loved the rain because I was born in it. His little brother…” He turned and entered the church.

Standing outside as he took in that little story, Tsume mentally conceded, he’s was closer to Atsu then I gave him credit for. He walked into the church as well and closed the door behind him. “Hey… Johan, you have different mothers?”

“Yeah.” Johan kicked off his shoes and pulled off his clothing, stripping right then and there.

Tsume felt his cheeks go hot and his eyes watch the slowly peeling to nudity young man before him. He didn’t stop himself this time. He had no one else who understood how much he missed Atsu. No one else had even a clue what Atsu was to him! He bolted forwards and grabbed onto Johan, pulling him closer to him. He felt like such a girl at the moment but he had to hold someone! He felt so lonely for the first time, like he was some freak, not some playboy on the top of life. He buried his face into Johan’s chest as he cried, “Please… take me to Germany… I… need to say good-bye.” He pleaded.

Dazed by the sudden grab and the pathetic short plead that was asked of him, Johan dropped the shirt he was holding onto the floor and wrapped his arms around him. “Atsu said he’d found someone that he trusted… someone he wanted to protect from our family.” He told him as he rested his head on Tsume’s, leaning into it given he wasn’t tall enough to rest his chin on the shorter man’s head. “He really thought a lot of you, Tsume-kun.” He looked over at fire that was barely burning anymore in the fireplace. He listened to the rain hitting the roof of the church and the shallow breaths between sobs. “I’ll take you to Germany, then.”

Tsume closed his eyes tightly and shuddered out a weak, “Thank you.”

***

It was a day later, the rain had let up a little into a drizzle. Tsume walked down the city street heading for home. His time with Johan had been distant but pleasant. He couldn’t bring himself to dislike the guy now that he found a soft spot in his heart. I just thought he was some loser that was on a suicide trip or revenge kick. Maybe the revenge kick wasn’t to far from the truth but he really seems to be doing it for Atsu. He looked up and his heart stopped. Getting on a bus ahead of him was a young man who looked exactly like Atsu!

No… no way it could be. He told himself as he stared wide-eyed. The person took a window seat and Tsume could see the face was in fact Atsu’s! He immediately bolted into a run but the bus doors closed and it pulled away from the curb. “ATSU-CHAN!?!” He cried out reaching a hand out as though he’d be able to grab the vehicle and stop it.

He chased it until horns were honking around him angrily as he was in the middle of the street and the bus far out reach. He was out of breath and his heart was beating so hard he felt it in his ears. I know… that was Atsu!! He turned around and started to head back towards the bus stop that would take him to the road near the church’s path but then paused. What’s the point of going back now? He wasn’t on a bus that headed there… what was the bus number?! I didn’t even look! IDIOT!

“Noruika?” A man’s voice asked. It was Kyle Summit. He was walking by with an umbrella over him. “Aren’t you freezing like that?” He tilted his head to the side and noticed that the young man didn’t have a shirt under his coat. “You’re soaked.” He pointed out and held his umbrella out a bit. “Are you heading home? I haven’t seen you at school lately.”

Tsume looked over his shoulder to the older American. It’s that English teacher that transferred here. He told himself as he walked over. He couldn’t speak English well so he stuck to Japanese, “I’m fine. I… was just heading home.” He almost said he was chasing after Atsu but realized how that might come across.

Kyle looked over the Japanese boy’s soaked form and then gave a little sigh. “Mind if I walk you there?”

Giving a shrug, Tsume walked by him. “No thanks. I can get there alone.” He assured him.

“Noruika, there was another murder at on the school grounds.” Kyle told him as the boy passed him. “It’s not safe to go to that school right now. You should avoid it at all costs. Play distraught or something.”

Giving the man a glare and pausing in his steps, Tsume wasn’t sure if that was a threat or a warning. Either way why him? “Not hard. Who died this time?”

Kyle turned around and gave a little smile, “A woman with straight short black hair. She had the same MO, hands and feet were nailed.”

Tsume’s eyes went wide and then narrowed. “You seem alright with that.” He observed suspiciously.

“Not ‘alright’ but what am I going to do? Stop going to work? I just don’t want any more students dying.” That said Kyle walked away, he not interested in continuing the conversation with the young Japanese boy.

Tsume watched him leave and took in a heavy breath. “This guy has to get a cell phone.” He muttered in anger as he headed back to the church. ‘This guy’ being Johan that he was referring to.

***

Entering back into the old building that was becoming his home more then his bedroom was, Tsume found Johan drinking something thick and red from an ornate glass bottle. When the boy walked in the vampire jumped with a start and capped the bottle, putting it down next to the sofa. “I thought you were going to go home?”

“Yeah but then I saw and heard something disturbing.” Tsume told him with an icy glare. “There was another murder at the school… vampire was killed. Do you know what’s going on, Johan-¬kun?” his eyes narrowed on the vampire, “And what the hell is that you’re drinking?”

“I’m a vampire… it’s blood.” Johan smirked a little; the red of the blood was all over his mouth and teeth like some cherry otter pop from hell. “Now you said they reported another murderer, huh? Took them a awhile.”

“What?!” Tsume felt his body shaking a little. Have I been played?! Did he kill Atsu? Did I see Atsu? And that reminded him: “I saw Atsu today, on a bus!”

“That’s impossible, you know that.” Johan told him levelly as he looked from him to the fireplace. “We’re going to funeral in a few days, remember?”

“I saw him! And then…” Tsume suddenly found it very odd Kyle was at the bus stop and even odder he told him about the murder. “That Summit guy, an English teacher at our school, he said that there had been another murder. Some woman with short black hair.” He took off his wet coat, his soaked skin under it glistened from the fire as he walked over to look down at Johan. “You did it didn’t you?”

Johan took in a breath and then sat back. “She was one of Atsu’s killers.” He explained himself. “Her name was Violet. She is from our family and was one of the assassins involved.”

“You mean she killed Atsu-chan herself?”

“Probably.” Johan nodded.

Tsume quieted from that news. His mind put together what that meant. “So… after the funeral, you’re not coming back here… are you?” That thought saddened the angsting teen. He’d become used to Johan, granted he only knew him for a few days so far. However with the amount of emotional tension they’d shared it seemed like a week or more.

Johan picked back up the bottle and started to drink more of it, “Naw, I didn’t kill them both and until I’m dead, your dead or they’re dead there’s no point in staying at home. As it is the funeral should be a nice little piece of pandemonium.”

“Hum?” Tsume glanced over to the blood drinker curiously. Suddenly he got it. “Oh right.” He gave nod. “We’ll be there with huge targets painted on our… oh that’s right!” he turned and with wide childish eyes proclaimed, “I saw Atsu on a bus and I’m not crazy! I was four feet from his face, it was his eyes! It was him!! First things first we have to share cell phone numbers. Then we have to find him!”

Giving an aggravated grunt, Johan finished off the blood in the bottle and wiped his mouth. “We have the most interesting conversations on this couch.” He observed before leaning back from Tsume, one arm over the armrest and the other over the backrest. He fixed the young man with a cold look that was at the same time hopeful. “We’re going to his funeral, he’s dead. Ok, I’m done?”

“The body disappeared. You said it was probably your family. What if the body was taken? What if he wasn’t dead?” Tsume fumbled for reasons on how THAT would be accomplished and with all his might he came up with: “You’re vampires after all!”

At first there was nothing commented on that then Johan broke into a grin and then laughed. Tsume didn’t know what the joke was and was put out by the reaction. “I’m not kidding!! I saw him!” He insisted, grabbing up Johan by the shirt collar and pulling him close to him. He paused and noticed that a side of Johan’s head, under the hairline along side of his face, was burned. The young vampire opened his eyes and smiled at him. “W-what?” He asked, not realizing how sensually close they were.

Johan bent forwards and brushed Tsume’s lips with his own, “You’re eyes are like fire when you’re passionate.” He told him and then gently licked Tsume’s lips. “You’re gorgeous in a strictly human way.”

“I’m…” Tsume let go of Johan’s shirt and pulled himself back from him a little. “That’s got nothing to do with Atsu!!”

Taking the moment, Johan pulled his hand through his hair and his grin fell. “I thought it was just funny that you thought being a vampire made us so different.” He explained and then looked over at Tsume with a smirk. “I’m still hungry, I’m not fully healed yet, sorry for the come on.” He shrugged a little as he got up.

Johan moved over to one of the windows and looked out it, his hands on his hips. “It’s possible that Atsu faked his own death, but he’d have had to really planned it out. It’s more likely he’s really dead. Though I can ask my family directly if they took the body. However if you said you saw him, and I’ll believe you if you’re that certain, then it’s time we started to look for him.”

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Tsume stood up and walked over behind Johan. “Let’s exchange phone numbers, keep the phones on us…”

“Eh... I don’t have one.” The vampire admitted. “Either way go home and get pack so you can stay here for a while. I’m using Atsumaru’s stuff and he actually doesn’t have a lot so I can’t share. Besides you’re not the same size.”

“While I’m at it I’m grabbing my bike. I can cut the time between coming and going.” Tsume suggested as he turned and headed to the door. He grabbed up his freezing cold and soaking wet jacket, pulling it on. He felt his skin crawl and nipples harden in revolt.

“You should wait for tomorrow. Dry your clothing, idiot. They were damp this morning and they’ll wet now from your first attempt at ‘going home’.” Johan turned around and heaved a sigh. “I’ll go grab you something to eat. Get the couch ready for yourself.”

Tsume watched him go and gave a slight nod. He’s right… but tomorrow we’re starting this!

Pick Up Sticks

Chapter 1 – It Wasn’t A Game

The phone rang off the hook all night; Tsume listened to it, pulling the pillow over his head to muffle the sound. The recorder box turned on again. “Tsume… look. I… Tsume please pick up. I’m sorry!” The voice on the other side was a teenaged boy’s. “Tsume… I’m so sorry… They’re after me. I shouldn’t have brought you into it… Can you ever forgive me?”

Tsume, the boy in question rolled over onto his side and squeezed his eyes closed. He was sprawled on his bed in his plain blue pajamas. The mess of his room was a disaster inside. Things had been thrown about and a computer monitor was on its side. The light of the moon filtered in dimly, making it look more like a battlefield with tombstones and debris from buildings then desktop accessories. “No… I won’t.” He muttered quietly.

***

The sound of a school bell rang as Tsume’s mother dropped him off outside the gate. “You’re late?” She asked curiously.

The light brown tousled-haired Tsume gave a yawn. “It’s the first bell.” He muttered and rubbed one of his light brown eyes. “It’s fine.” That said he fixed his uniform’s tie and pulled his school bag out. She gave him a wave but paused as the sound of sirens filled the area. In the rear view mirror she saw an ambulance and police cars coming. “What in the…” She immediately moved the car further down the street.

Tsume raised one brow and then shrugged as the emergency vehicles pulled into the school grounds beside him. He walked his way lazily towards the school’s front then paused. There were kids gathered around the front of it.

Making his way over, Tsume saw blood all over the ground. He felt his natural morbid curiosity coming and pushed his way to the front. His eyes went wide and he felt suddenly guilty. “Atsu…” He barely breathed out the name of his now ex-boyfriend. The body was stabbed along the torso several times, the hands and feet had been ran through with large carpenter nails as though the boy would have been nailed to a cross.

Not able to handle the surge of emotions, tears fell from his face. Tsume fell to his knees and then his hands, his bag falling beside him. “Atsu… you weren’t kidding…” He closed his eyes as his body shook.

***

One month ago:

The students moved from class to their respective hang outs for lunch. Tsume pulled on his coat as he headed for the roof to find a place less people were inclined to be on a rainy day. Reaching it he found he wasn’t as alone as he wanted to be. Standing in the rain like some nut case was a dark red haired pretty boy. He had the brightest, clearest blue eyes that Tsume had ever seen. He was wearing a different schools’ uniform. He had his hands out as though catching some holy light rather then a hard downpour.

“…Moron.” Tsume muttered as he pulled out a can of beer from his bag, his special little private vice. Though inwardly he knew a part of him was dead curious about who the transfer student was and why he was so in love with the bad weather.

Turning around when he heard the door close, the stranger gave Tsume a curious look and then walked over, but not under the over hang that Tsume was sheltering under. “Is that stuff any good?” He asked it so innocently, as though he’d never seen a Budweiser before! He pointed one graceful finger towards it and his eyes locked on it.

“Not really. It’s more a style and acquired taste then anything.” Tsume told him, downing half of it as he kicked one foot up behind him on the wall. He had no intentions of sharing. His light brown eyes regarded the stranger as suspicious.

“Oh… style huh? It seems everyone does what they do for style or notice.” The stranger gave a little chuckle. “I’m Emeric Atsumaru.” The next thing the boy did might as well had been a bullet through the head it was such a shocker. He put a hand over his heart and bowed slightly to him. It wasn’t a Japanese bow, it was European style. “I’m from Germany.”

“You got damn good Japanese for being from Germany.” Tsume said eyeballing the guy suspiciously. “I’m Noruika Tsume.” He tilted his head a little, “If you’re from Germany how come your name sounds Japanese? You also don’t look that German in the face. A little though.”

“I’m half and half.” Atsumaru admitted with a little smirk. “I’m new here as of last week.” He gave him a shrug. “You’re the first person I’ve bothered to introduce myself to personally. Mind if I share the rain with you?”

His face is awfully pretty… his body is really slender too. I wonder if he’s a model or something. It’s not ever day I see someone like that. Tsume ran a hand through his bed head. “If you wanna.” He said without admitting he didn’t mind one bit. He liked eye candy after all.

***

Present time:

Tsume’s mother was sitting beside him in the principal’s office. He was looking at the edge of the old but quality wooden desk of the principal’s and his mind was wandering. He felt more then guilty. He felt like by not listening to Astu he’d killed him. His hands were fisted on his lap.

“You were Emeric-san’s only friend. I heard you were quite close to him. The police will probably want to talk to you, Noruika-san. I suggest you work along side them.” The principal told him sternly as the older fat man watched the boy with cold eyes past narrow half circle glasses. “They aren’t to pleased with what they have to work with you see… Emeric’s family information fell through. His parents are no where to be found and the address he was using for enrollment as well as their names are falsified.”

“…Oh?” Tsume couldn’t muster a real tone to the word that was meant as a question.

***

Three weeks ago:

“So am I ever gonna, like, get an invitation to your place?” Tsume asked as he and Atsu walked along the dark city street after hours. They were headed to the corner they parted ways at. It had been a week since they started hanging out. So far Tsume had really not regretted letting the weirdo hang out with him on that rainy day a week ago. He was eye candy and he was amiable, happy to go and do what Tsume wanted.

Atsu gave a nervous smile over to Tsume. “I… can’t.” He admitted. “I’m afraid for reasons I don’t really have a reliable place right now.” He pushed his soft falling bangs from his face as they walked. “See… my parents aren’t really here.” He glanced over to Tsume to see the casual punk gave him no real expressive response to that. “I faked where I am living. If I took you to where I stay you gotta keep it quite.”

“Oh…?” Tsume gave a devious grin. “I’m sorry did you just say where you are living is a secret?” He waved his hand dismissively. “I won’t tell. I just want to see where you’ve been. I took you to my place the other day but what can I say we can’t get a moment alone.” He chuckled with an undertone of meaning to the words.

“We need to be alone?” Atsu’s head tilted a little but a sudden expression of curiosity over came his confusion. “Sure.”

The home was a small abandoned church in the edge of the mountain forest. As they walked in, the outside held no signs of what was inside. It was furnished splendidly like a prince lived in the old building. The windows were boarded up outside but inside they were cleaned meticulously. Plush large antique European styled furniture was placed as though some expensive designer came in and did it.

“Holy shit… and you live here alone?” Tsume asked as he took his shoes off at the entry area before walking to where the pews would have been but there was a huge open common room. His eyes moved from golden accessory to the rich silk furniture and the expensive rugs. “Mind if I move in…?” he was only half kidding as he asked. He pulled his uniform jacket off and left it with his shoes.

Atsu also left his shoes at the entry area and then walked in and sat down on the sofa. “I would let you but I don’t stock a lot of food here.” He gave an apologetic look. “I also don’t have a television for you to vegetate on.” Snickering at that he added, “And you’d be even later for class. I’m three more miles away then you are.”

“…It’s do-able.” Tsume sat down next to him. “Well since we’re alone now…” he looked over to Atsu and put an arm around him as though he were a girl date at a movie theater. “There is something I wanted to talk to you about. “

Atsu watched him intently. He had a sweet little smile on his face as he did so. Despite being taller then Tsume by about two inches, and thinner by about four, he was by far the less dominate of the two’s personalities.

“Well you know when I met you I thought you were a freak.” Tsume admitted as he looked around, anywhere but at Atsu. “I… well changed my mind.” He gave a nod as though trying to nudge himself forward on the topic. His hand gripped Atsu’s shoulder a bit. He turned and smiled at him, He’s got that doe eyed look. He’s totally for this. he told himself before suddenly moving forwards and kissing Atsu. He moved himself so that both his hands were nearly pinning the pretty boy into it.

Atsu didn’t resist one bit. He let Tsume’s lips push into his and followed his mouth’s movements into a long sweet and passionate kiss. The very warmth and movement of Tsume’s tongue was elating. Atsu felt his hands grip onto Tsume’s body.

As Tsume felt Atsu accept his kiss he inwardly snickered and wondered how far he could push this. This is hot… we’re all alone in a place that no one knows how to find us at… a perfect spot. He told himself as he felt Tsume’s hands wrap around to hold to his back.

Suddenly Tsume’s tongue felt something odd, a sharp tooth?

***

The scenery was flashing by the car, reflected in the window it gave Tsume something to watch. His eyes felt heavy, his heart felt dead. He had been given some time off of class so that the investigation on the murder wouldn’t be hampered. Tsume was the only real suspect they had to work with as it was. If he wasn’t in classes it was deemed easier to get a hold of him.

“Honey… I know what you’re thinking.” His mother had no clue but she sure thought she did. “You’re not going to go to jail.” She assured him.

I should… I heard his message… I should have picked up. Shit how was I supposed to know. Anger began to rise in Tsume as his mother continued.

“I’m sorry your friend… is gone now.” She tried a nice way to say ‘brutally murdered’. She pulled them up to the driveway. “If you want to talk-.” She was cut off as Tsume stormed from the car as soon as it was at a stop. He slammed the door behind him and moved down the street, he wasn’t going home. “Tsume!?” She called after him as she got out of the car.

“You don’t know what he was to me!” Tsume snapped over his shoulder. He stuffed his hands into his pockets and headed away. Now what should I do… Atsu… I’m sorry. I promised you…

***

Two weeks ago:

Atsu leaned into the motion of their bodies moving together. He was lovingly being pushed into Tsume, the more controlling one had his hands on Atsu’s hips to guide him. Blood rushed through Atsu’s body; his skin was slick with sweat from the loving making. He could feel the build up of his climax and his muscles twitched in retaliation to Tsume’s leadership and pace. He kept it however, being scolded before for rushing things.

Tsume could feel the telltale signs within him. He gave a little smile as he, himself, was rather hyped up just feeling Atsu’s pleasure. His hands moved from Atsu’s hips and over his bare chest, brushing over his nipples. He had to stay sitting up, legs under him, to give Atsu the proper position.

Giving out whimpers and meek cries of pure ecstasy, the pretty one of the two of them gripped the covers, pulling the sheets, as his body couldn’t handle it anymore. Hot gasps and forceful thrusts shuddered lust through his body he couldn’t even fathom at the moment. His eyelids closed and Tsume knew he had to take over for his lover to gain the most of it. He moved himself, tightening himself to massage Atsu now that he was peaking.

Moments later the two were holding to one another, both matted with perspiration. Atsu didn’t want to move his body so Tsume held him. “Tsu-chan…” Atsu breathed, as his heartbeat was audible from where Tsume was. One gentle hand came up slowly to take a hold of Tsume’s that was on his chest. “Tsu-chan I don’t know how much longer we can do this…” He admitted sadly.

Tsume’s heart jumped a little with dread. Is he going to dump ME first? He wondered immediately. In all his relationships he’d been the one doing the dumping. Usually he was bored of his partners. They were fun at first but their looks, their rhythm; it was robotic after a point. Giving a fake chuckle he asked, “What do you mean by that, cutie?” He looked over and bent his head to kiss Atsu on the nose. However the look in Atsu’s eyes wasn’t of boredom or of guilt. It was of fear.

“Tsu-chan,” Atsu turned to hold to his lover, “You’ve noticed by now right? I’m not as human as I look… and part of my own family is chasing me. They want to kill me, Tsu-chan.” He closed his eyes and shivered at the thought.

Tsume was so happy that Atsu wasn’t facing him because he didn’t look impressed. Dramatic little thing. He’s got pointy canines, big deal. It’s not like he’s drank my blood and we’ve been screwing for a week now. He dismissed the whole thing as a drama ‘hook’ to keep him interested. “Oh? Are they vampires too?” He asked with a snicker.

“Yes.” Atsu nodded. “If they see me with you beyond basic school boy activities they may think I’ve told you something.” He bit his lower lip. “They might hurt you.”

Tsume petted Atsu’s hair, Roll with it, he told himself as he kissed the crown of his head. “I won’t let them hurt you. These guys ever show up, you call me.”

***

Present time:

Tsume kicked a wooden fence he passed so hard that it broke and splintered. How stupid!! He thought hatefully. He felt tears falling down his face hot as they ran along his cheeks and to his lips. I should have believed him. However there was no going back now. Atsu was dead, his body had been nearly mutilated but, What was with the odd nails? Maybe the MO of the killer? To crucify, of sorts, their victims… unless he wasn’t lying? He inwardly felt his stomach drop to his feet.

He found himself standing outside of the old church. With Atsu gone he figured he’d take the place as his own and wallow in his mistake. Opening it up he looked at the empty finely furnished main room. He almost expected to see Atsu laying there half naked and waiting for him. Oh yes, they’d done their fair share of role-play and spontaneous mutual easing of carnal needs. “When did I… actually fall in love with you, Atsu-chan?” He asked the ghost of his memories.

He closed the door behind him and threw himself onto the sofa to cry. His heart felt like it was crushed the moment he’d seen the body. His emotions now finally caught up to that crash and burn. “I should have believed you… I can’t believe I didn’t…” He hadn’t even taken off his shoes, he was distraught and coming to this place hadn’t helped do anything but drive home that Atsu was in fact gone.

What did I hope? It was his body. His face was obvious, his outfit… Atsu-chan, I let you die. “I should have picked up. I was just so pissed. I was just… I mean… You’d never left me like that…”

***

The day before:

Tsume lead Atsu up the stairs to his room. “My folks are gone for the day so let’s have some fun at my place for once. I bought us some toys too.” He smirked back to his lover.

Atsu blushed and put a hand over his mouth. “Toys?” He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. He was quick to learn, though. As soon as the door was closed behind him Tsume pulled out of his closet a pair of cushioned cuffs and a collar, it was just the start it seemed. There were also ankle cuffs and the bed had been prepared for this by a rope looping both ends to be tied to the loose cuff.

Tsume turned to Atsu. “You know I like having my way with you.” He snickered but the fun was put on pause as he noticed Atsu looking out the window. “What’s up?”

“We shouldn’t have come here.” Atsu told him with a swallow. He turned to leave. “I-I have to go.” He headed for the door.

“Not this ‘they’re after me’ shit again.” Tsume sighed and grabbed Atsu, linking a cuff around one wrist. “That game’s old let’s do a new one.” He told him callously and pulled the boy back from the door.

“N-no. I really do need to go… I…” Atsu started but Tsume grabbed his other arm and pinned him against the door. “You,” his light blue eyes widened with fear and disbelief, “never believed me.” He gave a cry and yanked his hand from Tsume, the cuff didn’t give on his wrist but Tsume lost the grip on the other end. Pushing with both his hands he launched Tsume off of him and ran out the door.

“Oh you are KIDDING me!” Tsume shouted after him. “I went through all the damn trouble of getting this set up for today!” He ran after Atsu but stopped when he saw the kid had run out the door and was long gone. “ATSU-CHAN!!” He cried out after him as he hit the front yard then realized what he had just said within public earshot. He turned around, furious and his temper getting the better of him.

Storming back into his room he tried to think about what Atsu had gone off about. How he had to go, how he was being chased. He’s going to far with this stupid game! He looked at his phone that was sitting on the desk. Anger took over and he threw it to the ground. He’d never been stood up like this, humiliated and worse, caught between fear of worry and loathing of drama queens.

The next thing Tsume knew he was standing in a mess of his room, his breath was ragged and he felt drained. There was little more he could do other then throw the shit off his bed and perform the last motions of teen drama. He cried.

***

Present time:

On his knees, head buried in his arms, tears still coming from his eyes, Tsume was resting his upper half on the sofa. He could still smell Atsu, the strange light spice of lavender and god knew what that made him irresistible to be close to. He saw the sun was going down through the boarded up window and decided to close his eyes, right there, and rest himself. He didn’t care if his mother didn’t know where he was or if his father freaked out he’d not come home. He couldn’t find it within him to worry about what the cops thought. He’d just lost the one person his heart had fallen for and his pride had betrayed.

(End of Chapter)